After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

Gu Zheng finished the apple without even throwing away the core.

He took an old newspaper, carefully wrapped the fruit pit, folded it twice, and neatly stuffed it into his military uniform pocket.

Ye Zhen flipped through the medical records, then looked up at him sharply.

"What's the point of keeping the pit?"

Gu Zheng patted his slightly bulging pocket.

"I'll plant it in the yard when I get back. All the apples that grow there will be mine."

Ye Zhen lowered her head and used a red pen to highlight the key points in the medical record.

What you grow may not be edible.

Gu Zheng paused for a moment, a smile appearing in his eyes.

"I'll eat sour things too."

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the office.

Gu Yue rushed in carrying a brown paper file bag, her forehead covered in a fine layer of sweat.

"Sister-in-law, a registered letter from England!"

She carefully placed the file folder on the table, then immediately pressed it down as if afraid it would grow wings and fly away.

"The post office requires the recipient to sign for the package, but it was an emergency, so I signed for you. I didn't read the English on it, not a single word."

Ye Zhen turned the envelope over.

The sender is Williams.

The postmark clearly indicates it originated from London.

The envelope had been transported multiple times over a long distance, and the edges were worn and faded. Two bright red transport stamps were heavily pressed on the upper right corner.

Ye Zhen reached out and opened the envelope.

There are seven pages in total.

The first six pages contain detailed follow-up examination data of Tom, a British patient, after his surgery.

The echocardiogram, blood oxygen monitoring, pulmonary artery pressure, right ventricular outflow tract pressure gradient, and exercise tolerance test were all meticulously and rigorously organized.

Ye Zhen didn't read the letter first, but instead scanned the data first.

Tom's right ventricular outflow tract pressure gradient decreased by six millimeters of mercury compared to the last checkup.

The support is in a very stable position.

The pulmonary artery pressure was also within the expected range.

More importantly, exercise tolerance has improved significantly compared to before the surgery, and there is no longer any obvious hypoxia or cyanosis during daily activities.

She picked up a red pen and marked two key data points.

Ye Zhen reorganized Tom's information before turning to the last page of the letter.

The nomination process for this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine is about to officially begin.

In his letter, Williams solemnly stated that he had decided to submit nomination materials for Ye Zhen on his behalf as an individual nominee.

Moreover, within the Royal Society of Medicine, six qualified and prominent medical professors have already expressed their willingness to jointly support this initiative.

Several top cardiology experts in Germany, France, and Sweden also received private letters from Williams.

The letter was written very clearly.

Ye Zhen's "Heart of China" is no longer limited to a single surgery or a single technology.

It possesses immeasurable global promotional value.

It has completely changed the way children with congenital heart disease are treated worldwide.

It also presents core clinical standards, risk stratification, device parameters, and postoperative follow-up systems in a complete and forceful manner to the highest echelons of the international medical community.

However, Williams made a special mention of one thing at the end of the letter.

The current resistance mainly comes from the other side of the Atlantic.

The United States controls a vast number of medical journals, core academic conferences, and key review resources worldwide.

Huaxia Heart has not yet conducted formal clinical exchanges with the American medical community, and Ye Zhen's personal reputation in the United States is far lower than her influence in Europe.

Therefore, Williams suggested that Ye Zhen take some time to go to the United States.

The trip won't take too long.

Only two high-profile reports are needed.

Once more scholars from across the ocean see the Chinese standards firsthand, many arrogant doubts will completely lose their footing.

"What exactly did the letter say?" Gu Zheng keenly sensed the change in atmosphere.

Ye Zhen briefly summarized the key points in a calm tone.

"The Nobel Prize in Medicine?"

"Is it the Nobel Prize that's always mentioned in the newspapers?" Gu Yue's eyes lit up instantly.

A few seconds of dead silence fell over the office.

If Ye Zhen's name actually appears in that nomination material, its significance will be far more than just a personal honor.

The Chinese Standards, the Chinese Heart, and even the entire Beicheng Military Region General Hospital will be propelled to the forefront of the international medical community by this unprecedented force.

"Williams wants you to go to the United States for an exchange program?" Gu Zheng's focus, however, was on something else entirely.

"It's just a suggestion."

Ye Zhen casually picked up Tom's review materials, her gaze remaining calm.

"Tom's risk of restenosis in the long term will need to be monitored for at least another three months. The stent is stable now, but that absolutely does not mean there won't be problems in the future."

Gu Yue was so anxious that she was jumping up and down.

"Sister-in-law, it says 'Nobel Prize' on the back."

"My eyes aren't blurry, I saw it."

"Your reaction is so calm?"

"A nomination never guarantees a win."

Ye Zhen aligned the seven pages of material and put them away carefully.

"Even if we win that award, it won't make the child's coronary arteries grow thicker, nor will it exempt them from postoperative routine follow-up."

Gu Yue opened her mouth, but a whole bunch of cheers she had prepared were stuck in her throat.

Gu Zheng leaned back in his chair, watching Ye Zhen's unwavering composure even in the face of imminent collapse, and chuckled softly.

"If she got so excited at the mention of the Nobel Prize that she threw down her medical records, your sister-in-law wouldn't have achieved what she has today."

Ye Zhen turned her head to look at him.

"You're unusually calm today."

"Who said I'm at peace?"

Gu Zheng reached out and picked up his military cap, placing it face down on the table, his eyes burning with intensity.

"I really want to go back to the special operations regiment and fire a celebratory shot right now."

"If you dare to fire your gun indiscriminately in the barracks, be careful, Political Commissar Zhang will report you."

"Then I'll go buy some firecrackers and set them off here."

"No noise is allowed inside the hospital."

Gu Zheng helplessly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Then we'll just have to go home and celebrate behind closed doors."

Gu Yue couldn't contain herself any longer. "I'll go and find out the specific procedures for international nominations right now."

"Gu Yue".

Ye Zhen called out to her.

"The contents of this letter should not be circulated to the public for the time being."

Gu Yue immediately sat up straight and patted her chest.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, I'm very tight-lipped."

However, ten minutes later.

Gu Yue bumped into Aunt Song, who was checking accounts, in the pharmacy on the first floor. She was feeling really uncomfortable.

"Aunt Song, I'll tell you a secret, my sister-in-law might be nominated for the Nobel Prize in Medicine, but please don't tell anyone!"

Fifteen minutes later.

Aunt Song turned around and went to the supply department to get disinfectant cotton.

"Oh dear, Dr. Ye has been nominated for an international award by that British medical luminary. The news hasn't been made public yet, so just keep it to yourself and don't spread it around."

Noon.

The cafeteria worker insisted on stuffing two extra large meatballs into Ye Zhen's aluminum lunchbox.

"Dr. Ye, you need to eat more to nourish yourself. That way you can represent us when you go to win international awards in the future."

Ye Zhen looked down at the extra meatballs in the lunchbox, then turned to look at Gu Yue behind her, who was trying to hide by shrinking her neck.

"Is this what you mean by keeping your mouth shut?"

Gu Yue gave a guilty-sounding dry laugh.

"Sister-in-law, I swear, I really only told Aunt Song."